Mr. Achilles by Jennette Barbour Perry Lee
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The man disappeared. Presently he returned. "You come with me," he said. His look was less stern, but he raised his voice a little, as if speaking to a child, or a deaf man. "You come with me," he repeated. Achilles followed with quick-gliding foot--along the corridor, through a great room--to a door. The man paused and lifted his hand and knocked. His back was tense, as if he held himself ready to spring. A voice sounded and he turned the handle softly, and looked at Achilles. Then the door opened and the Greek passed in and the man closed the door behind him. A man seated at a table across the room looked up. For a minute the two men looked at each other--the one short and square and red; the other thin as a reed, with dark, clear eyes. The short man spoke first. "What do you know about this?" His hand pressed a heap of papers upon the desk before him and his eyes searched the dark face. Achilles's glance rested on the papers--then it lifted itself. "Your name is Achilles?" said the other sharply. "Achilles Alexandrakis--yes." The Greek bowed. "I know--she called you Mr. Achilles," said the man. A shadow rested on the two faces, looking at each other. |
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